Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

Knock On the Door

a knock on the door
do not answer that I yell
they will get me next.

my husband’s macho.
But since it is two a.m.
he listens to me.

We need your phone
Two strangers yell through the door.
We called the police.

Before the officer arrives
the strangers call up their girlfriends
Sit on our lawn furniture, make themselves comfortable.

We figure out they are inebriated 
And thought they were on a country road
When it was just the lane to our driveway.

The officer who arrives looks eighteen.
I send my husband out to make sure he is safe.
Something still feels weird.

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Shirley Hawkins July 15, 2021 at 7:49 PM More than weird, Did they have a car? if not why were they walking in the country at 2 am in the morning... Caren Krutsinger July 16, 2021 at 7:08 AM They had run their car into the fence next door; it was caught in the ditch.

Kim Rodrigues July 15, 2021 at 7:40 PM True or one of your dark poems? Take caution! Caren Krutsinger July 16, 2021 at 7:08 AM True. He started to rip open that door and I yelled "Don't!"

L Milton Hankins July 15, 2021 at 9:27 AM Wow. I'd say you handled it well. I'd be petrified. Caren Krutsinger July 16, 2021 at 7:08 AM It was a weird experience; and it is true.